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Friday, November 19, 2010

A Cup of Coffee

The brass bell attached to the top corner of the old oak door rang as he pushed his way into the quiant coffee shop. The smell of freshly roasted coffee and sandal wood incense made an aromatic refreshing pair.

Buried in their books, laptops, and writings, the patrons barely acknowledged his presence. He made his way to the counter which was situated against a very old and worn brick wall. As he approached he noticed the counter didn't belong in a coffee shop. The polished mahogany stretched almost the entire span of the wall. It brought an image forward he only had read about and saw in movies. A 1930s speakeasy. That's where this handcrafted bar would have been more suited.

Just as he began to invision the burly doorman, the brass band playing some swinging toon as the women in their flapper dresses danced with reckless abandon; a woman popped up from behind the expansive bar. She was easily twenty years his senior but the years had been extremely kind to her. The contours of her face and neck blended sentually with the golden brown color of her shoulders. Her dark auburn hair was cut short to show off the nape of her neck. He was struck by this unexpected and pleasant feeling. She radiated a warming auroa, her smile said everything he needed to hear. Little did he know, that cup of coffee would change his life.